Let go of your hand is more readable than hold it tightly.

A while ago, I bought a book called "A Drop of Water Hides the Sea" in the Book City, which contains 300 classic philosophical stories. Now I'm going to taste a short story called Destiny.

Destiny tells the fate of a pair of children, one of whom was divined by a monk and the other was a beggar. Twenty years later, the original champion became a beggar, but the beggar became the champion.

God said, "the talent I give to everyone accounts for one-third of his fate, and the rest depends on how he grasps it."

After reading this passage, I was very moved. Grasp, grasp the fate, what a simple sentence, but how many people really grasp their own destiny? Don't blame your own talent, let alone your own fate, because fate is in your own hands and can be changed at any time! As long as you are willing to

Thoughts on Reading A Farewell to Arms

A person who bid farewell to weapons is either a prisoner of the enemy or a prisoner of love. I am not bad at self-protection, but I am really a person who gives up self-protection. Just like the database of life, you can open all programs and read all files at any time without entering a password. The prisoner I'm talking about is a prisoner in this sense. When I put myself in the sun, I understand that I can't pretend anymore. The thought of hidden days is disturbing. When I realized the helplessness of resistance, how much time was irreversible and how many memories faded out of my heart. In the final analysis, the prisoner is an irresistible person, that is, he must have enough courage to give up hope and bear all the pressure of survival. Originally, in a personal space, he could immerse himself in his own fantasy and open virtual flowers from the dust. And a person who gives up self-protection can't even fool himself.